Every now and then,
Your smile makes its way to my mind.
I search for a pen,
And grab the nearest sketchbook I find.
Colors I try to blend,
And with precision I draw my lines,
Still wishing I can
Capture that in time.
Into the trash many pieces went,
As I couldn’t illustrate the joy that binds.
Will you lend me a hand,
And pass me some of that wine?
As much as you can,
Help me get you out of my mind.
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